APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY~ MY BLANK, THE BLANK POEM:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “My Dentist, the Torture Expert,” “My Lunch, the Thing I Got Out of the Vending Machine,” “My Father, the Comedian,” or “My Life, the Punchline.”

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MY ACORN THE OAK

by John Yeo

My tiny little green acorn

The seed of a mighty Oak.

I found it on my walk today

Green and shiny in a cup.

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I planted the acorn in a pot

Nothing happened for a month

I dug it up to take a look

My acorn had turned brown.

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I covered the lifeless looking seed

With fresh soil and water.

One year later a tiny shoot

With two green leaves appeared.

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A baby tree quickly grew

With a twig for a trunk.

Then my lively baby Oak

Became too big for the pot.

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I dug a hole in my garden

Then planted my growing Oak.

Five years later our tree provides

Shelter and shade for our family.

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As time passes my great tree

Is now home to many creatures.

Birds, insects and squirrells

Live there and eat the seeds.

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When I pass away from my life,

When I am no longer here to see.

My Oak will continue to grow

And become my legacy.

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Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”